Qin He's eyes lit up. In the Shadow Play of the Black Water Pool corpse, he had seen the sword strike that performed the Heaven Gate Opening. It could be called a feat that shook the ancients and dazzled the present.
It had cleaved Black Wind Mountain, along with an unknown expanse of land, from the blue heavens to the yellow springs, straight into two halves.
That sword strike had been far too shocking, annihilating order and rules. Even after countless years had passed, it was bound to have left traces of its existence behind.
"Did many people know about that sword opening the Heaven Gate?" Qin He asked again.
"This isn't much of a secret. It is said that the ruins of that sword strike still remain deep within Black Wind Mountain, called Heaven Gate Ravine. Older treasure hunters all know about it," Fan Gu said.
"It was supposedly once a Sacred Land for powerful swordsmen. Many people went in to study the Sword Intent of that sword strike, but for some reason, it gradually fell into disuse. Then again, Black Wind Mountain has also become increasingly turbulent and dangerous," Huo Dong Ming added.
"I see." Qin He nodded.
A question could not help but arise in his heart. Everything concerning Black Wind Mountain had gradually blurred away in the river of time, concealed by the Heavenly Dao.
So why was that sword strike still so clear?
Could it be that the sword strike which opened the Heaven Gate had even severed the "Heavenly Dao"?
At the same time, somewhere within the Mustard Seed Space.
A black Cage floated silently in midair. Within it, a black figure was trying to break free, sending sparks flying from the Cage as it rang with sharp clangs.
Outside the Cage, Qin